Comet the Wonder Dog looks at me,
his big, sad, brown eyes
full of knowledge, of understanding:
he sees the clock above my head,
ticking, ticking, ticking;
he looks like he wants to
bound over here, and grab me
in his massive jaws,
and just keep me here;
part of me wants him to do that,
and another part of me believes
that he really could.
July 27, 2010.
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